An ongoing saga of self-absorption and paranoia (which beats the heck out of the Real World.)

Sunday, September 30, 2007

HIDING BEHIND THE WALL.....

(begun Sunday at 4.10am)

A really manufactured sounding bunch of crickets greeted me this morning at 4.00am...*cackles..

The real-deal have been so vocal of late, I have been hesitant in deciding whether it is manmade or genuine....*shrugs....

For some reason, the sound carried straight towards our house from the Convent, though there were few lights/aerials to be seen active at the orphanage or outbuildings...

As a result I would have to guess the sound is being generated specifically for my benefit and is not an indication that the 'tests' were underway...*chuckles...

Together with the gift of the rather stunning new foyer light, I accept these offerings gratefully...*curtseys...

Once again, Sue the Book is being targeted...

At about 4.20pm yesterday afternoon, both she and her kid were home, when they suddenly found uninvited visitors attempting to gain entry through the kitchen security gate...

The chancers had cut through the wire fencing on the Jan Smuts side of the property and had already bent back the bars of the security gate sufficiently to crawl through...

Where was the dog?! *sighs....

I sing the same repetitive song as always.... where was our so heroic Monitor? He swept into his driveway just before 5.00pm.. carefully too late to have prevented this debacle....

Again it confirms that the monitoring devices on the streetlights are NOT designed to keep Joe Soap safe in any way...*hawks and spits...

The streetlight outside Cliffy's house (directly above and adjoining Sue's property) is right next to where the hole in the fence was cut. This particular pole is one of the more heavily festooned in our immediate area...(check out these pictures!) and it includes Telkom's ubiquitous 'Wireless' box.

So - what was the Heroic One doing while the fence was being cut? Sitting with his chommies up the road watching the drama unfold from a safe vantage point? Having a good laugh? Watching rugby and feigning innocence? Whatever the answer (I certainly know which one I would choose), it is merely a confirmation of my allegations...*frowns..

Sue the Book, who stands Before the Mast with her inexplicable and ongoing health problems, continues to be the recipient of deliberately arranged crime. (Ahh... my Controller chirrups his arrival in our house just before 4.30am - Good Morning Bali *grins...)

The likelihood that I too am being deliberately fed bloggable material does not escape me....*laughs...

The entire scenario has the now familiar stench of cowardice hanging over it...

My Master arrived home, After the fact, but in time to use his front row loge seat to enjoy the audible sounds of panic and distress...*shakes its head....

Behaviour befitting a Chicken King of his stature...*applauds...

Does he in mitigation, whine that he cannot be on duty 24/7? That as the Golden Tool of the Corrupt he is entitled to a Social Life? Bah! Had he been home, it is doubtful that he would have raised the alarm unless it was scripted....*projectile vomits.....

You are amused/horrified by my allegations? You are a Telkom Wimax Trialist and as such consider my Controller a brilliant teacher and friend? *keels over laughing....

That I suck these accusations from my wrinkled and bitter old thumb? *shrugs...

If you have not yet grasped how particularly fond I am of Captain Courageous, then just relax and don't bother trying....

I am drawn to the Wicked like a moth to a flame...*cackles..

The ultra-wide-eyed and innocent gaze that impales you as you happily fork over the cash for a second-hand car... unaware that it was liberated only the day before?

Oh no, hang on..... that was the lucrative scam that finally nailed Koobair the Squat...*laughs...

He was also running a Drugs R Us wholesalers out of the Station, but even back then, the machinery was sound enough to prevent that charge from sticking...*nods to the Peerage and his Government contacts....

Stale old news? Not at all - mistakes have been studied and rectified...tis business as usual but in a far more refined manner. With the help of Telkoms Wimax Trials and the added but apparently covert accessories, the ante has been raised to the roof....*chortles...

My word, there has to be some astonishing wheeling and dealing going on out of the public eye....I'm betting a queue of information buyers waits outside Martin Welz private residence as I write....*grins...

The Wicked that he has stuck it to over the years, now hope in vain, that via this technological marvel, they will find some skeletons in his own cupboard to use against him? *falls over cackling...

Dream on scumbags....

Does Mr. Welz neighbourhood sport Telkoms ubiquitous white wireless boxes yet? I'm betting his every move has been monitored and recorded for years... the Crooked's only recourse now, is to audio monitor his entire home, in the vain hope of gaining some form of leverage over this persistent anti-corruption bulldog of a man....

You think we live in interesting times? You ain't seen nothing yet!

All the closed doors I've come up against in my feeble attempts to cry foul/fowl, have been mere entertainment for the Corrupt? If what Telkom, Eskom and certain members of Government (using the Munis and the Law) are doing is legal and all above board, why has so very much trouble been taken to ensure my cries are not taken seriously?

Is the Microwave boffin aware that his beautiful tower is now running alongside additional accessories, but via the powerlines? That his so innocent Wimax system is merely a means of linking up neighbourhoods for monitoring purposes?

Dangerously paranoid? Moi??...*keels over laughing...

I'm guessing that mon Capitano of Courage has already put about that I will point an accusing finger in his direction in the matter of Sue the Book's latest drama? Yes? If not himself, his Trollish Clan will certainly have suggested it by now...*shrieks...

This toad is nothing, if not obligingly predictable...*guffaws....

ALL of the Sisters at St. Theresa's were sent off to Estcourt for the weekend, to attend a Holy gathering...

Where did this directive originate?

A suggestion from the Trust Committee or a legitimate outing? How utterly convenient for the Crooked...*grins..

Hasty additions and alterations can be made without raising eyebrows at all...

Just on the offchance that someone Good is paying attention? *chokes..

Little chance of that happening...*sighs... If you condone the use of an orphanage as a Wimax Base station, nothing I say here will persuade you from finding me anything other than an unpleasant and melodramatic liar...Whats new?..*grins...

A grey but very pleasant day out. The birds feed greedily on the tray, all the while watching for the kites that lurk over in the gumtrees.... I wish you Peace, from the Zone...